WALK A WAY
WE CAN GO... HIGHER. HIGHER.
Well, they say if you do not suffer, you won't wake up. What else could break you out of here? So perhaps, we should be grateful for every single pain. I did, you have no idea how grateful I was at the final moment, you cannot believe what you truly see beyond all what seemed to be a burden.
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What seems to be fairly obvious, but it is not always when life seems to carry on its day-to-day, is that whatever choices we make, it matters not really what we are going to choose, but from what energy that decision is being made.
God knows how much time we've got, if any at all
When will be that time to get back / like countless times before... / I know the hurt that's in your eyes
Cause I'm the one who watched the world Just pass them by If you're alone I could be there We'll disappear into thin air Do you remember
When you looked in the water and saw your reflection The embers They drew out a map and they showed you direction Your sender Is far in the east where your heart is at peace When you enter My love it's just a reminder Find your center Every scent could be a color
Each tint evoking a mixture of feelings And every person is a paradoxial set of colors too, An aura of saturated rays in broad reality, and a shimmering starburst galaxy in a dream state Dimming faster than the fallen stars, almost like they were never there to begin with, Yet leaving glimpses of truth behind, Truth to hold on to... I light up an incense stick The air instantly fills with the exquisite aroma, as an opulent cloud of sweet smoke gently infuses the room while envoloping me in its comforting aura... I watch it mesmerized as it timidly burns itself, no longer needing me. Lavender is soothing
Is lavender a color? I looked around, resting on the cracked leather seat on the back A lavender scented air freshener hang on the rear-view mirror, Still swinging left and right from the sudden stop. "Where to?" "I don't know, just drive please" I finally answered. And the lavender filled the air again. I know nothing.
I mean, sometimes I do, but then... what is this knowing? To recognize the miracle, is it a miracle itself? And what, truly, a miracle is... |